Page 32 of Destroyer

"Do you want my cock?"

The yeses come out in a long stream of agreements. I unbuckle my belt, leaving his arms where they fall, then lift his knee for better access, sloshing the lube so quick, half of it trickles down my thigh. I need to be inside this boy, having dreamt about him in my bed since he was legal age.

I line my head with his stretched hole and gently ease past the ring of muscle. He grunts, the words stop coming as his mind sinks into the depths of his pleasure.

"Good boy. Enjoying Daddy's cock." OK, that name is behind us now our mission is complete, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I can use that name one last time for prosperity.

“Yes Daddy. Please fuck my naughty arse.”

“Dirty boy.”

He needs to stop talking, or I am going to blow my load too soon. Whatever my thoughts on the kink, being called Daddy, by my boy or myself, does terrible things to me. Terrible things I'm not ready to give up.

“Come for Daddy. Spread your mess on my bed like the naughty demon you are.”

“Yes Daddy. I be good for Daddy.” He stiffens up, groaning into a face full of covers.

“Yes, Demon, you're such a good boy for Daddy.”

I come in his arse, filling his sweet hole with my seed. It seems even mobsters can have their dreams come true.

Chapter twenty-one

Nico

Itisthreeam,which seems to be my natural waking time these days. It isn't hard to sneak out of Caeo's house to the car waiting outside. Not hard to achieve, just hard on my heart. I'm not breaking my promise, I said I would still be there in the morning, and I will be. But first I need to keep my meeting with the man responsible for the rot in the family tree.

I jump in the back of the car and the driver pulls off.

"Well?" The man beside me doesn't like these late-night sneak meetings as much as I do. I eye him up and down and resist the chuckle. He got himself all dressed up in his suit and tie, while I just threw baggy joggers over my pyjamas.

"Well. There is talk of Knox's strength with not his father running. The Russians think that this place is good for taking." I give the abridged version of Piotr's words. What I tell him is not what I will tell Knox.

"Bloody foreigners. This city is not theirs to take." His hand slaps against his thigh. "What about Knox and Caeo?"

"I tell them as you ordered." I glance down at my feet. I don't agree with lying to them. I lie to everyone, I'm even lying now, but for the first time, lying doesn't feel right.

“Paul Newman?”

“He confirms as I thought.”

“What will you do now?”

“What you ask me to do,” I reply with a smile.

“I think we let the Paul Newman situation die down after this and see how it plays out with the Russians.”

“As you wish it.”

“What did Knox ask about it?”

“It, that is Paul?” I frown innocently. “Not did I tell them anything. Just words of wood and rot.”

I didn't feel good about it though. I looked Caeo in the eyes, after what he did to me, and I lied to him.

"They took the bait?"

"I was sent for muffins so they could talk, so I think they believed me. If that is taking the bait."

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